culminating in Justin watching her and Blake having sex on the beach. She had been infuriated by that, and had grounded Justin for a week because of it. But now, Meg was questioning why she had done it.
She stared morosely out at the calm water on the lake. Was she angry with him or angry at herself? After all, she was the one that had bought the thong, stimulating his young hormones. She had watched him masturbate on his bed. She had watched him peeing that day on the lake. She had allowed herself to be...FUCKED...in full view on the beach. And she had LET him watch...she had...she had ENJOYED it!
Meg rubbed her forehead. "Oh lord," she whispered softly. "What is the matter with me?" She felt like such a slut, but she also felt absolutely powerless to prevent it. Justin was probably doing what came normally and naturally to a young boy, and she was punishing him for it. It was SHE who should be punished.
She shook her head angrily. NO! Why was she being so hard on herself? She was simply enjoying her newfound sexual freedom. That day on the beach with Blake was the most fantastic sexual experience of her life, and she wouldn't have given it up for anything. She should be celebrating her sexuality - she simply had to be more careful about keeping it private from her son.
Today was Thursday, which meant Blake must be back at home. A shiver ran through her body as she thought about him. She closed her eyes, and imagined him gripping her in his muscular arms, kissing her...FUCKING her! Meg's heart fluttered in her chest. Perhaps she would give him a call tomorrow.
Meg decided to go in and tell Justin he was no longer grounded, to apologize. She picked up her empty glass and walked into the house. But the television had been turned off - Justin had already gone to bed. She frowned. She'd have to tell him in the morning.
*****
Blake was just finishing brushing his teeth over his bathroom sink when he heard the doorbell, faintly discernible above the running water. "Who the fuck..." he wondered out loud. He rinsed his mouth and strode through the living room, wiping his face with a towel as he walked. He pulled the front door open, and there on the stoop stood Justin.
"Well hello there little buddy! This is a surprise."
"Hi Blake."
"Um, come on in." Blake glanced at his wristwatch. "It's...a little late for you isn't it sport?"
The boy nodded. "I guess so. But I...I wanted to come and see you, but I'm grounded. I had to sneak out."
"Grounded? Why?" He followed the boy into the living room.
Justin shrugged. "Mom's mad at me."
"She's mad at you? Why?" He thought he knew the reason.
"Um..." he shrugged.
"Was it because of that day on the beach when you watched us?" Justin nodded, and looked down at the floor.
"Did you like watching?"
"Uh huh."
"You're not...mad or anything are you? I mean, me being with your mother?"
The boy shook his head. "Uh uh. It's okay. And I really liked to watch." He lowered his eyes. "Can I watch again...I mean if you ever do it again?"
Blake laughed. "Of course you can buddy. I thought it was...exciting knowing you could see us."
"You did?"
"Sure. Sometimes it's just as fun knowing someone's watching you as it is to watch other people."
Justin looked confused. He didn't really understand.
"So, what would you like to do? You could play with my computer...or we could watch some more of my movies..."
Justin smiled broadly. "Movies," he said softly.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the den. Blake sat down at the computer, and Justin began to pull up the spare chair. "Um, wait a sec' Justin. I've got an idea. Would you like to sit on my lap?"
After a moment's hesitation, the boy clambered up into Blake's lap, sitting across his upper thighs. Blake luxuriated in the feel of the boy's cute little butt wriggling into position. He sighed as he grabbed the mouse, considering which video to call up.
"Remember the clip we saw of anal sex? The man fucking the woman's ass? Did you know that men do that to each other sometimes?"
Justin looked upward, thinking. "Kind of...I think I've heard of that."
"Well, watch this." Blake clicked his mouse, and the clip showed a side view of a young man in his early 20s on hands and knees, while an older man fucked his ass from behind.
"Oh wow," murmured Justin. He shifted his weight on Blake's thighs, sliding backward to get more comfortable. He was dangerously close to sitting on Blake's erection, which was growing impressively inside his sweats. "Play it again."
"Hang on - I've got a better one." He searched through the directory. "That feels really good you know."
"Fucking someone in their rear?"
Blake smiled. "Well, that too. But I mean, being fucked in the rear feels really good."
"It does? It doesn't hurt?" His eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?"
"Because I've done it."
"You have? A man has put his dick in your bum?"
"Yup, many times. I like it. And it doesn't hurt unless the man has a big cock. Even then, it feels nice." Justin fell silent, contemplating this information.
"Okay here's the next movie. Now this feels really good. But I've never actually done it."
The clip featured two young men and an older woman. One man was lying on his back on the edge of a table, while the other stood in front of him and fucked his ass. Meanwhile, the woman had the recipient's erect prick in her mouth.
"This gets me really hot to watch it. How about you?" Blake asked.
Justin nodded vigorously.
"Tell you what. I've got about ten of those kind. Let me queue them up so they run continuously. That's about 20 minutes worth. Then we can just sit back and watch them."
As the clips flashed across the computer monitor, Blake was becoming increasingly aware of the warmth of Justin's legs and rear radiating through the fabric of his sweatpants. His cock was erect and throbbing in his groin, and he was sure that Justin's was doing much the same. He knew that it was only a matter of time until he got another chance at the boy's cock - Justin wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't interesting in continuing their sex games.
The movies continued in an endless loop, all of them featuring bi men, and a couple of them with young teenage boys. Blake placed his hand on Justin's hip in invitation, and the boy squirmed into a more comfortable position in Blake's lap. He was now sitting on Blake's erection, and the man was sure that the boy could easily feel his arousal pressed against him.
"Are you SURE that it doesn't hurt?"
Blake smiled. "Well, if the cock is big, it does a little bit. At first anyway. I like it if the cock is a little smaller."
The current clip showed two men lustily fucking.
"Do these movies turn you on Justin?" The boy nodded.
"Me too. Can you feel how hard I am?" Blake flexed his cock, pushing it against Justin's cute rear.
Justin nodded and giggled. "Uh-huh."
Blake placed his hands on each of Justin's hips, then tentatively slid them around to his crotch. He could feel the boy's stiff cock through the material of his shorts. "Oh my...you're very hard too." Justin responded by wiggling his butt, stimulating Blake's sensitized cock. Blake slid his hand across Justin's bulge, feeling it jerk at the sensation.
"I just don't know if I'd like that. It'd hurt I think."
"It might. But I wonder if you'd like it more to fuck a man in the ass, rather than BE fucked?"
"Is it different than fucking a girl?"
"In her ass, or in her pussy?"
"Both."
"Well..." Blake slid his hands up and down Justin's bare thighs. "Fucking either a man or a woman in the ass feels about the same I guess. Very tight. It's a little different to fuck a girl in her pussy though." He brought his hands to the waistband of Justin's shorts and began pushing them down. Justin obliged by lifting his butt slightly off Blake's laps, and the older man nudged the shorts down the boy's thighs.
Justin leaned back against Blake's chest and closed his eyes, letting the older man fondle him. His cock was steely hard in Blake's hand, and the older man formed his thumb and forefinger into a circle and masturbated him. Justin moaned with pleasure, and Blake's cock jerked at the sound. He flexed his erection, pushing it against Justin's butt cheeks. How he wanted to fuck the boy! But that would be going too far - it was too soon in their relationship. But maybe there was an alternative.
He stopped stroking Justin's prick, and whispered softly in the boy's ear. "Would you like to try it?"
Justin's eyes opened. "Try what Blake?"
"You could fuck me in the ass."
Justin inhaled sharply. "Would...would you like me to?" he asked in a trembling voice.
Blake smiled. "Yes. Very much." He gently helped the boy off his lap, and they walked to the bedroom.
Blake was lying facedown on his bed, completely nude, rubbing his throbbing cock against the pillow that was propped beneath him. He was trembling with excitement, anticipating the feeling of Justin's cock entering him. His ass was suspended in the air, asshole shiny with a thick layer of Vaseline.
He felt the mattress depress between his spread legs as the boy climbed on the bed. "I hope I don't hurt you Blake." He sounded both excited and frightened.
Blake smiled. "It won't hurt...It'll feel good. Now put your cock against me."
Justin scooted forward and knelt behind him. Blake could feel him probing his asshole with his cockhead, very tentatively poking against him. "Don't be shy Justin," he gasped. "Press it into me." He could hear Justin breathing heavily, as he repositioned his cockhead and pushed the tip into Blake's willing asshole.
"Oh yeah," Blake moaned. "That's it. Keep going." Justin pushed again, and gasped as the first two inches of his hard prick entered the older man's tight ass. He pushed harder, and the full length of his five-inch cock disappeared into Blake's warm rectum. "Ohh," Justin moaned loudly, reveling in his first ever fuck.
Justin fell onto Blake's broad back, fucking the older man lustily. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted loudly with each stroke. Blake bucked his ass against the boy's thrusting cock, delighting in the feel of Justin's rock-hard prick snaking deeply into his rectum. He swirled his hips, sliding his cock against the pillow beneath him, knowing the boy was going to make him come.
He coaxed the boy to fuck him harder. "Oh yeah, Justin. Fuck me! That's it!"
Justin humped the older man feverishly, his cock making a liquid slapping sound as it drilled in and out of Blake's clinging asshole. Blake tried to keep pace, in ecstasy over the stimulation. He ground his own throbbing cock into the pillow beneath him, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching.
Justin was fucking Blake at a furious pace, moaning with lust. With a final deep thrust, he began coming inside Blake. "Ohhh!" he cried loudly with pleasure. "Uh! UH! UH!" His cock vibrated inside the man's ass, as he shot his sperm deeply inside Blake's rectum. The older man, excited at Justin's climax, humped furiously against the pillow, until he too was coming in massive waves of erotic pleasure. The wetness of his sperm spread in a pool beneath him, soaking his pubic hair.
As his orgasm subsided, Justin collapsed against Blake's sweaty back, gasping for breath, mellowing in the after-glow of his first fuck. His cock began to soften, but he remained wedged in the man's tight asshole, unwilling to give up the warm grip.
Blake grinned weakly. "Mmm, you fucked me good."
"It sure felt nice Blake. I guess I kind of know what's it's like to fuck a girl."
Blake smiled. "Kind of."
"Sure wish I could do that someday. Just like you fucking my Mom."
"Oh you will." And at that moment, a nasty evil thought began to form in Blake's mind.
*****
"Another glass of chardonnay Meg?"
Meg was already feeling tipsy, but she nodded and handed him her empty wine glass. She felt safe, and protected, and uninhibited. Why not go all out? She kicked off her sandals, and settled back in Blake's overstuffed couch. A warm glow wrapped around her like a blanket. She demurely pulled the hem of her short sundress over her bare thighs, and gave a long satisfied sigh.
This was their first real "date". Justin was left back at the cabin. Blake had cooked a fantastic meal for the two of them, and had entertained her over dinner with stories of his job. She was falling for the man...that was clear to her. But Meg was more than willing to let it happen. And Justin liked him too - a big bonus.
Blake returned from the kitchen with two chilled glasses of wine. "M'lady," he said with mock chivalry as he handed one to Meg. He chuckled. "I think that's yours, but I'm not sure."
Meg giggled. "That's okay. We've already exchanged each other germs." She blushed - she wasn't used to being so forward.
Blake smiled slyly. "And bodily fluids too." He took a sip of his wine and sat next to Meg, their legs touching. Meg's heart skipped a beat as Blake's bare thigh rubbed against hers. She glanced down at his hairy, muscular legs and took a big gulp of her wine. "Why Blake, if I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to get me drunk."
He laughed merrily. "Maybe I am." It was time to make his move. He took her glass from her and set it down on the sturdy oak coffee table in front of them. He placed his hand on her warm thigh and bent to kiss her lightly on her shiny lips. He wondered if Justin was outside the picture window as they had agreed.
Meg responded passionately to the kiss. She opened her mouth, and allowed Blake's warm tongue inside. She sucked on it fiercely, and leaned toward him, pressing against his side.
"I want to make you feel good Meg."
She moaned in response.
"Let's go to the bedroom."
Blake got up from the couch, and pulled the slightly tipsy Meg up to join him. They kissed again, briefly. Blake squeezed her ass cheeks through the dress, then they separated. "You go on ahead Meg. I'll be right there."
She flashed a sultry smile, and then walked unsteadily down the hallway toward Blake's bedroom. He watched her undulating ass until she entered the room at the end of the hall. He then turned toward the large picture window and gave a thumbs-up, assuming Justin was out there, crouching in the darkness. He smiled to himself. Still, he was nervous, uncertain whether his plans would come to fruition.
He strode down the hall after Meg, pulling his shirt out of his shorts as he did so. He entered the bedroom, to find Meg sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him expectantly with twinkling eyes. He took a moment to take her in. The flowery light blue dress was riding high up her thighs, showing off her tanned legs. They were spread slightly, and Blake caught just a hint of white panties beneath her skirt. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he stood in front of her, and watched her eyes as she drank in the view.
To Meg, Blake was an Adonis as he stood there smiling down at her. He pulled off his shirt, exposing his firm pecs and rippling abdominal muscles. He tossed the shirt carelessly on the floor, then unbuttoned his shorts. He pushed them slowly down his legs, and Meg watched as his bushy pubic hair came into view. Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn't wearing underwear, and before she knew it, his semi-hard penis sprang free, directly in front of her. She caught a quick whiff of his musky scent, and watched him grow before her very eyes.
Blake stepped out of his shorts and edged forward. Meg knew what she wanted him to do, and she was more than willing, if a little intimidated. She took him in her fingers, feeling his penis pulsate and grow. She licked her lips and looked up at him. "I'm not very good at this," she said with a trembling voice.
"Hush. I'm sure you're much better than you think."
Meg stretched out her pink, wet tongue and touched it very delicately to the rubbery tip of Blake's penis. It jerked violently out of her fingers at the sensation, and she smiled. She took a firmer grasp of the shaft, then flicked her tongue against it again. Blake moaned softly. Encouraged by his response, she swirled her tongue around the mushroom head of the now steel-hard penis, reveling in the taste. When it was slick and shiny with her spit, she opened her mouth and took the head inside, holding it there, feeling the size and texture against her tongue.
Blake bucked forward gently, encouraging her, and she slowly began to piston her head back and forth, sucking him lightly as she did so. He grabbed her hair in his hands, holding her tight, and began to slowly, carefully fuck her mouth. Meg could feel him jerk inside of her mouth, and he moaned softly in unison with every stroke.
"Oh Meg," he groaned. "You're good at this...VERY good."
Meg wrapped her long fingers around his shaft and stroked him as she sucked the penis. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to let him come inside her mouth. She had never done it for her ex-husband, but for Blake she was more than willing. She felt she would do *anything* for him.
But just at that moment Blake pulled away, and drew her firmly to her feet. He grasped Meg's arms and pulled her roughly toward him. Their mouths locked, as their tongues pushed roughly against each other. He slid his hands down her back, to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it up, over her ass, slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, and squeezed her ass cheeks in his strong hands. She moaned loudly and ground her crotch against him.
Blake briefly trailed the tip of his index finger up the crack of her ass as he kissed the nape of her neck. He couldn't believe how hot this slut was. He wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. But it was time to execute his plan, and he would have to be careful to do it just right.
He began to unzip the back of the dress. "I want to make you feel good Meg...to make you scream." He felt a shiver run through her body as he said that.
"Yes..." she sighed.
"I want you to lie back and let me make love to you." He pulled the sundress off her shoulders, and stroked her back lightly. He could feel her warm breath against his neck as he nibbled her ear lobe.
"Mmm...yes...do it!"
He pushed the dress down, over her hips, and it fell to the floor in a crumpled heap around her ankles. He ground his bare erection against her panties, and felt her push against him in response. He groaned with pleasure - it was going to be hard to wait. He began working on the clasp of her bra, and after a minute or two of tugging, and a girlish giggle from Meg, the garment fell free. Her soft tits were exposed, and she pressed them against his muscular chest. Blake could feel the hard, rubbery nipples pushing into his skin.
He broke away from her, and quickly yanked the bedspread off and onto the floor. He patted the cotton sheet invitingly. "Lay down Meg." With a sly grin, she immediately complied. Blake watched as she clambered onto the bed, nude except for the white panties, and lie down on her back. He drank in her fantastic body, noting the contrast between her golden-tanned skin and the ivory sheets.
He winked at her. "Just a 'sec." He walked to the closet and pulled four pre-arranged neckties off the hanger, along with a dark cloth blindfold he had fashioned that afternoon out of an old black tee shirt. Meg watched as he brought them back to the bed, her eyes narrowed into a puzzled frown.
"Um...what are those for?"
"You'll see," he said with a smile.
He put the blindfold on the nightstand and climbed on the bed, kneeling next to Meg's prone form. He tenderly took her left arm and quickly tied a loop around her wrist, then gently raised her arm behind her and over her head. Her eyes widened with understanding.
"Blake...Blake, what are you doing?" Her voice was louder, trembling with a hint of fear.
Before she knew it, Blake had firmly secured the other end of the tie to the headboard. He bent his face down, and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Shhh...it's okay."
He grabbed for her other arm, but she resisted. "I don't know if I like this Blake." The tremor in her voice was stronger.
"Meg, it's alright...I don't know if you've done this before, but it's fun...exciting. Just lie back and enjoy it." He smiled down at her, his friendly blue eyes soft and twinkling. It was a look that Meg had seen many times in their short relationship, a look that made her melt. 'Why was he doing this?' she asked herself. But with her trust in him, her lust, the alcohol flowing through her bloodstream...all her inhibitions were removed. Her arm went limp and she allowed Blake to tie it to the bedpost.
She watched his nude, muscular form, erect penis bobbing in front of him, with curiosity and a touch of fear, as he crawled between her spread legs and quickly removed the white panties, exposing her glorious cunt to his leering gaze once again. She could smell her strong, womanly musk filling her nostrils, and she thought that her excitement must be obvious to him. Blake tossed her panties aside, and grabbed her right foot gently. He still had two ties draped around his neck.
"My legs too? I...I think that's maybe going too far."
He smiled in response. "Nonsense." He worked quickly. Within a minute, her ankles were firmly bound to the footboard of the bed. Meg's nude body was outstretched into an "X" shape, legs spread wide. She looked up at him, a dark flash of concern clouding her big brown eyes. He crawled up to her, and kissed her softly on the lips. Meg couldn't resist him. She responded by opening her mouth, and darting her tongue out to meet his.
"Okay, one more thing," he announced. He reached toward the nightstand and grabbed the blindfold. "Much more exciting when you don't know what's coming next."
Meg couldn't help but smile. "You're nasty," she crooned.
"Yup." He wrapped the blindfold around her head, being careful not to cover her nose. "Can you breath okay?" Meg nodded, and Blake tied the black fabric behind her head. "There. Finished," he announced.
To Meg in her suddenly dark world, she could understand what Blake was talking about. It was *already* exciting, and he hadn't even touched her yet. To be helpless and exposed like this was tormenting. Her groin was on fire, eager for his touch, but she couldn't even squeeze her thighs together to provide relief. She hoped and begged that Blake would touch her there, to bring her to orgasm quickly. She wiggled her butt, but it was futile.
Blake watched as she tested the bonds. Her lolling tits jiggled with the motion. He didn't doubt his knot-tying ability, but it was good to see that she was definitely restrained. He exhaled softly, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The hard part was over. He couldn't believe it...this was actually going to work. It was time to get Justin.
"Meg, I'll be right back...I've got to get some water."
Meg nodded. Water. She wished he hadn't mentioned that. There was another reason she hoped Blake wouldn't draw this on too long. She had to pee. She should have mentioned something to him, but it was too late now. Hopefully it wouldn't get much worse, but she had a sinking feeling that the two beers she had before the three glasses of wine were going to do her in. How did she get herself in these situations? Just like that day on the lake with Justin - then it was too much iced tea, now it was beer. Well, for one thing, she couldn't have predicted that she'd end up tied to a bed. She smiled despite her discomfort.
"Why are you smiling?" Blake asked quizzically.
Normally, she'd be too embarrassed to tell him, but her inhibitions were long gone. "Oh...I have to pee." She giggled. "When we're done, I'm going to have to run to the bathroom."
Blake's cock jerked. "Hmmm," he said innocently. "I don't know...might be here awhile. You might have to go right there on the bed."
Meg's cheeks turned red. "That's not funny Blake. I'm serious."
"Me too," he snickered. "Be right back."
Meg grimaced. He MUST be joking.
Heart thumping in his chest, Blake skipped through the dimly lit house toward the front door. He quietly opened it a crack and whispered into the night. "Justin?"
He heard a faint whisper back. "I'm here." Blake stepped out onto the porch, nude but with no prying neighbors able to see him, and closed the door softly behind him. Justin emerged from the bushes, barely visible to Blake in the darkness.
"Okay buddy," he whispered. "It's all set...are you sure you still want to do it?"
"Uh-huh."
"Okay. Remember what I told you. Stay absolutely silent, and follow my directions. Be careful about touching her...she'll be able to tell the difference."
"Okay."
Blake patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "Okay, let's go in. Take off your clothes in the living room and follow me."
A few minutes later, Blake strode down the hallway toward the bedroom, with Justin tiptoeing behind him. Blake's throat was constricted and he was breathless from nervousness. He had no doubt this would work, but still...he was worried about Justin doing something stupid, like talking. Oh well, they were committed now. The boy was smart, and Blake would have to trust him.
Meg was where he had left her. 'Of course,' Blake said silently to himself, and he smiled. "Okay, I'm back," he said aloud. "Sorry it took a little longer than I thought - got sidetracked."
"No problem," she smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."
Blake turned to look at Justin, and nearly laughed out loud. The boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and his mouth gaped open at the sight of his mother sprawled out and tightly bound to the bed. His cock began to rise in front of him before Blake's very eyes. He poked the boy on the arm to get his attention, then pressed his finger to his lips, admonishing once again to stay silent.
The boy sidled up to the foot of the bed, staring between his mother's splayed legs. He unconsciously brought his trembling fingers to his stiff prick, and fondled it while Blake clambered onto the bed and lay down next to Meg. Her breathing was heavy and erratic with anticipation of what was coming. 'If only she knew,' Blake thought.
He propped himself up on his left elbow and gently squeezed her right nipple with his other hand. She yelped, drawing away, but then quickly arched her back, pushing her breast toward his hand. Blake grinned, lowered his face to her quivering breast, and flicked his tongue against the rubbery nipple.
"Oooh," Meg moaned. She arched her back again. "Suck it," she breathed.
But instead, Blake reached to the left nipple and squeezed it gently. Meg twisted her body, trying to find the source of the stimulation. Blake sucked hard on the other nipple, grinning as Meg twisted in the other direction.
"Oh Lord," Meg groaned. "You're going to torture me."
Blake grinned. "*Delicious* torture." He spent several minutes stimulating Meg's jiggling tits, licking one while rubbing the other, bringing her to a fever pitch. He surprised her, coming at her from different directions and with a different source of stimulus. Meg twisted her body to and fro at his touch, voicing her pleasure with loud moans and sighs. A thin sheen of perspiration formed on her brow.
Blake began to trace his tongue lightly over her firm stomach, leaving a shiny trail of spit as he did so. He swirled his tongue in wide circular patterns over the salty skin. At the same time, he ran a fingernail teasingly up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs. Gradually, he worked lower, and he slid his lips over the upper fringe of her pubic hair. Her musky scent was powerful in his nostrils. Meg moaned loudly, and twisted her hips upward off the bed as she tried to follow his elusive tongue.
Out of the corner of his eye, Blake glanced over at Justin. The boy's face was flushed, and he was looking on intently. His cock was rigid, pointing upward toward the ceiling as his slim fingers squeezed and caressed the shaft. 'This is so fucking erotic!' Blake thought to himself. He wanted nothing more than to throw himself on top of Meg and fuck her senseless while the boy watched. But it was just the beginning, and he knew that drawing it out would lead to greater rewards later. He returned his attention to Meg, kissing and nuzzling her wiry pubic hair.
Meg groaned and writhed in her bonds. She could feel Blake's mouth so close, so tantalizingly close. Her entire body felt as if it was on a hair trigger, over-stimulated to a level that she had never experienced before. She desperately needed Blake to lick her vagina, to bring her to orgasm. But his movements were too slow and deliberate.
Through it all, the pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing to the bursting point. Her mind was alternately consumed by the powerful sexual tingling in her clitoris and the desperate urge to pee. She didn't know how long she could hold out. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together, to relieve the pressure and provide some much-needed stimulation, but it was futile, and she knew it. Floating in a rapturous haze, she could hear her moans, only vaguely aware that it was her own frustrated passion she was listening to.
Blake's warm tongue was sliding slowly along the crease of her inner thigh, while his firm hand softly caressed her other leg. "Oh God Blake," she groaned. "Please..." She grit her teeth and swiveled her hips. If she could only bring her clitoris into contact with his tongue...
"What Meg?"
"Please lick me!"
"Like this?" And he trailed his tongue down her leg toward her knee.
"Nooo," she moaned. "The other way...my...my clit. Oh please..."
But her begging fell on deaf ears. Blake's wet tongue ran along the hollow on the inside of her knee. He winked at Justin as he worked his way down Meg's trembling leg. The boy smiled nervously, still fingering his blood-engorged cock, and Blake smiled reassuringly.
Meg's head lolled from side to side. She was breathing hard as Blake took her to incredible heights of glorious agony. She could feel the beads of perspiration running down her forehead and soaking the blindfold. Her vagina was on fire, and she could feel her clitoris throbbing, desperate to be touched by Blake's glorious tongue. And through it all, the need to urinate grew more and more intense. She was growing increasingly alarmed that she would pee on the sheets, and the thought mortified her. She had to make Blake understand. Maybe he would release her and allow her to go to the bathroom.
"Blake...I...I need to pee."
His cock jerked at her words. He glanced knowingly at Justin and crawled on hands and knees and lay on his side next to her, rubbing his prick against her hip.
"Please Blake," she whimpered. Her hair was soaked with sweat and matted against her forehead.
Blake put his lips to her ear. "Do it, Meg. Let yourself go." He squeezed her tits, rubbing his palm against the firm nipples.
"Nooo," she moaned. "I can't. Not like this."
He gently bit her ear lobe. "Go ahead Meg. You can do it," he murmured.
Meg whimpered with frustration. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't pee on the bed like this! But the thought of relieving the pressure in her full bladder was overwhelming. She couldn't hold it much longer - if she didn't pee, she felt she would burst.
She groaned loudly, only dimly aware of the touch of Blake's lips nuzzling her neck, of his fingers tracing lazy circles on her stomach. She bit her lips, trying to hold in her urine, but she couldn't! With a loud grunt, she flexed her legs rigidly and tensed her stomach muscles, and she suddenly felt a spurt of warm liquid trickling down her vaginal lips. Meg gasped and strained again, and with a sense of unending relief, a hard steady stream of golden pee shot from her.
"Oh, God, I'm peeing..." she whispered hoarsely. Blake's head jerked up, and he watched in fascination as a long stream of golden piss arched between Meg's spread legs. His cock throbbed and jerked against Meg's trembling thigh at the sight, and Justin, too, was watching in rapt fascination as his mother peed, no more than three feet away from him. He stared wide-eyed as the amber stream gushed against her thigh, then her knee, until it splashed in a pool between her calves. The sheets darkened in a fan-shaped pattern, spreading rapidly.
Tears of relief welled in Meg's eyes beneath the blindfold, and she cried out as her bladder emptied. She felt so...dirty...but she was far beyond embarrassment. All she cared about was easing the aching pressure.
Blake watched as the golden stream began to subside to a trickle, and then stopped entirely. Meg sighed loudly with relief.
"Feel better?"
"Oh God yes...but...I should go and clean up now."
"Oh no you don't. We're just getting started."
"But I peed all over myself Blake!" she protested.
"Doesn't matter to me."
Before she could reply, he got up off the bed and walked over to Justin, still standing rigidly and watching the incredible scene unfold before him. He draped his arm around the boy's thin shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Okay Justin," he breathed. "It's almost time." Justin nodded slowly.
Blake climbed back on the bed between Meg's spread legs. The sheets were soaking wet from her piss, and the eroticism of the sensation made his cock quiver. He needed relief desperately, wanted nothing more than to plunge his erection into her sopping cunt, but with a supreme effort he resisted the urge. He leaned down, and licked her inner thigh, still wet from her piss.
"Mmm...yes!" she hissed, and she jerked her hips sharply upward.
"Do you want me to lick you Meg?"
"Oh, please Blake...I need it," she murmured.
He scooted himself higher, and inspected her beautiful pussy. It was deeply pink and shiny, soaking wet with a mixture of cunt juice and urine. The smell was pungent, and he breathed deeply. Her clit was thick and erect, protruding between her puffy cunt lips. It was begging to be licked. He touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, and pressed hard against it.
"OH GOD YES!" she screamed, and her hips jerked violently, pressing her sopping pussy against his face. "LICK ME!" He trailed his tongue down her pussy lips, and wedged it against her pussy hole as she humped against him. He could taste the musky, spicy juices flowing there, and he swirled his tongue against the wet opening while she moaned.
Then, to Meg's consternation, he pulled away. "OH GOD, don't stop Blake," she begged. Her head rolled from side to side in frustration.
Blake got back up on hands and knees, and looked over his shoulder at Justin. The boy was staring at him intently. Blake nodded, and the boy very slowly and carefully climbed on the bed behind him. He lay flat on him stomach in his Mother's wet spot, and inched his way very slowly and tentatively forward, beneath Blake.
Blake smiled to himself. The boy was performing even better than he had hoped. Still, he glanced up nervously at Meg. Her head was rolling from side to side in frustration, lost in a fog of aching desire, and completely unaware of what was happening between her spread legs.
Justin slowly worked into position beneath Blake, until his wide-eyed face was inches from his mother's pussy. Blake envied him, about to experience his first taste of a woman's pussy. Blake tapped him on the shoulder, and the two exchanged quick knowing glances. The older man nodded, and Justin extended his pink tongue, touching it to his mother's hot clit.
"UHH...Yesss," she sighed.
Encouraged by the reaction, Justin licked back and forth against the pulsating clit, just as Blake had instructed, just as he had seen in the videos.
"OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!" screamed Meg, and she swiveled her crotch against the probing tongue. The sensation was indescribable. After the torture that Blake had subjected her to, the relief of finally being touched where she so urgently needed it was beyond belief. "LICK ME BLAKE!" she cried. She cried out as a wave of ecstasy coursed through her body, and she jerked her hips upward to meet the probing tongue. "Oh god...oh god..." The sensation was indescribable. She had been an infrequent recipient of oral sex in her life - her ex-husband didn't like it - but this made up for all those barren years. The tongue swirled around her clitoris, and she cried out with ecstasy. Her head flopped from side to side as she moaned her pleasure.
Blake's watched with lust and admiration as Justin brought his mother to ever-intensifying waves of ecstasy. The boy's crew-cut head obscured his view, but judging from Meg's reaction, his mouth was pleasuring her skillfully. Blake's prick was rock-hard and at a state of hair-trigger horniness. He lowered his hips and rubbed his erection against Justin's tight ass-cheeks. The boy responded by pushing back against him, which nearly caused Blake to shoot his load right then and there. He was nearly overcome by the desire to seek out the boy's tight little asshole and fuck him while he licked his mother, but that was out of the question. For one thing, his cock was too big for the lad's virgin asshole. For another thing, Justin would probably yell out, thereby revealing himself to his mom.
So Blake contented himself with rubbing his cock against the boy's ass cheeks, which provided at least a little stimulation, and watching Meg's lust-crazed and blindfolded face as her son pleasured her. Her mouth was agape, and she was breathing heavily between her moans. Her face was flushed and shiny with perspiration, and she tossed her head from side to side, reveling in the sensation. Almost as an afterthought, he checked the blindfold to make sure it looked secure...and his heart stopped!
This was bad. The motion of her head against her outstretched arms was...FUCK!...loosening the blindfold! It was beginning to ride up her forehead. His mind raced. He had to get the blindfold refastened, and he began to extend his arm up toward her face to tug it back into place. But he had to move carefully. After all, he was supposed to be preoccupied with licking her pussy. One wrong move, one brush against her, and she might learn what was happening. He slowly extended his arm.
As her vagina throbbed and pulsated at the delicious oral servicing she was receiving, Meg could both feel, and see, the blindfold beginning to loosen. A harsh light was beginning to appear beneath the lower edge. She was relieved, and beginning to feel a bit ridiculous about being blindfolded anyway. She wanted to tear off the covering so she could watch as Blake pleasured her with his tongue. She tugged once again at the bonds constraining her wrists, but she already knew that was futile. So she turned her head toward her upper arm, still stretched upward and behind her. She rubbed her forehead against her arm to help loosen it...there! The bottom edged up about an inch, and her right eye was free.
She giggled. "Hah! I can see you now!" Immediately, the delightful tongue paused as it trailed along her swollen pussy lips. "Oh...," she cooed. "Don't stop." She bucked her hips, and thankfully, he began licking again, flicking against her aching clitoris on each upstroke.
"Oh yes..." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Lick me there!"
The room was dimly lit, but she still had to blink as she came out of her world of darkness. She fluttered her eyelids rapidly, and turned to look down at Blake, to watch him lick her. But something was...wrong...Blake's wide-eyed face was above her...wasn't he licking her?
"What...what's happening?" she asked, confusion in her voice. She angled her head down, and she saw...a familiar crew-cut head buried in her pussy. "Who...," she began, and then she knew.
"Oh my God...NO!" But the intensity of the licking increased before she could fully voice her confusion. The delightful tongue...Justin's tongue...lapped at her pulsating clitoris. Despite her shock, Meg's body betrayed her, and her hips bucked into her son's face. Blake's eyes were looking intently into hers.
"Enjoy it Meg...let yourself go," he whispered softly. He pulled the blindfold up and off her head.
"No Blake no..." she protested. "It's wrong...don't do this."
"Hush." Blake angled his head and planted his lips on hers, quieting her protests. She could feel his tongue pushing insistently into her mouth. Meg closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears, and turned her face away from him. But he was insistent, his tongue probing at her mouth while her son suckled her womanhood. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she was powerless to resist. Her senses were consumed by a raw lust, and finally, she opened her mouth to him, their tongue intertwining.
They broke the long kiss, leaving Meg breathless and panting, eyes glazed with passion. He lowered his face to her sensitive breasts, and suckled at her distended nipple. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth.
"Ohhh yess," she moaned.
Blake knew he had her. He watched Justin, face still buried in his mother's pussy. The boy's eyes were closed as he lapped at her pussy, licking it like an ice cream cone. Meg's hips were humping up and down, riding her son's face.
"That's it Justin," he whispered encouragingly. "Lick her clit."
The boy nodded, and focused his tongue on his mother's clit. Meg immediately responded to the sensation.
"OH GOD!" she gasped. Her legs and arms strained in their bonds, and her face was frozen into a mask of lust, eyebrows arched, lips parted.
"Yes...yes...yes...yes...," she intoned, as her head lolled from side to side.
Meg writhed on the sweat-soaked sheets, breathing heavily as her body responded to her son's tongue. She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening. Her body was betraying her, but she didn't care. It didn't matter that it was her own son that was the source of the wonderful sensations. Like a slut in heat, she knew only that she needed release, however she could get it.
She was aware of Blake whispering to Justin, giving him instructions. She felt movement on the bed, and a new sensation - a pressure being applied to her vaginal opening. She opened her eyes, and saw Justin kneeling between her splayed legs. Blake was next to him...and was...was holding her son's erect penis, guiding it toward the vee between her legs.
Meg pulled violently against her bonds. "No...," she protested weakly. "Please...Justin...nooo..." But Blake was massaging her wet vagina with Justin's penis, rubbing it against her, titillating her. Despite her best judgment, she responded to the sensation, pushing against Justin's erection, until Blake finally wedged it against her opening. She caught her son's eye - he was staring intently at her, his young wide eyes glazed with lust.
Blake gave a quiet instruction to him. "Okay, Justin, push it in."
Meg groaned. "Oh God...no...," but it was futile. She knew her boy was about to take her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She lay there, powerless, on the sweat soaked sheets, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She could only vaguely comprehend what was happening. Her body was betraying her...she was being a slut at the hands of her son. She felt Justin's erection slowly entering her, guided by the sure hands of Blake. Justin closed his eyes, his mouth gaped open, reveling in the joy of losing his virginity to his mother.
"Now push hard Justin!" Blake hissed.
The boy bit his lower lip, concentrating on the glorious feeling of his mother's tight, clinging pussy wrapped around his virgin prick. He leaned over his mother, supporting his weight on his thin arms, flexed his tight little butt cheeks, and pushed into her.
"Oh..." Meg gasped. "Oh yes..."
Her son's hard penis was inside her...he began to thrust back and forth, fucking her, moaning in rhythm to his strokes.
"Oh Justin..." Meg groaned.
She tossed her head back as her boy took her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, drawing him in as he humped her, reveling in the feel of his penis sliding into her womanhood. She was vaguely aware of Blake's hands deftly untying her ankles, freeing her legs. She could pull away if she wanted to, escape this madness, but she didn't. She wanted it, NEEDED it to continue. She wrapped her legs around her son's clenching buttocks, pulling him in to her as he gasped in pleasure. She whispered to him, encouraging him. "Yes Justin...yes..."
Blake was untying her wrists. She could push her son away, end this right now. But she wrapped her arms around her son and pulled him toward her, holding him tightly against her sweaty breasts as he fucked her. Mother and son writhed together, unashamedly using each other to build toward their orgasms.
Blake sat back on the bed stroking his cock, eyes wide with the wonder over what he was seeing. Meg and her son ground their bodies against each other, lost in the searing heat of their passion. Meg's hands were lightly clawing Justin's back, her long legs wrapped tightly around his flexing ass cheeks. Justin was moaning, his face buried in his mother's soft tits, his thrusting cock making a liquid slapping sound as he burrowed into his mother's soaking cunt.
He wanted to see them come together, but he knew Justin wouldn't be able to last long. He debated snaking his hand beneath Justin to stimulate Meg's clit, but just then, Meg gasped loudly and slid her hands to her boy's ass, pulling him tightly into her. She humped her pelvis against him, seeking the stimulation she needed to come, encouraging him to fuck her.
"OH GOD YES JUSTIN!" she cried. "YES...YES...YES...FUCK ME! OH GOD!" Meg's entire body went momentarily rigid, then began bucking furiously. "OH FUCK!" she cried out with lust. "GOD YES! YES! YES!" And she was coming, writhing with passion as her body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. With a loud gasp, Justin was coming as well, and he pistoned rapidly in and out of her slimy cunt while his Mother humped against him. Their groins slapped together loudly, the sound mingling with their cries of passion.
Gradually, the pace of their thrusting decreased to a slow grind, and their breathing slowly subsided. Meg stroked and caressed Justin's sweaty back as he collapsed on to her, kissing her soft breast. She closed her eyes tightly, blinking away the tears. Her emotions were raw and confused as she tried to come to grips with what had happened. The primeval lust slowly washed away, leaving her with a warm glow and a deep undying love for her son, for what they had just experienced together.
They lay there together, bodies intertwined, until she felt Justin soften inside her. He pulled out of her slowly, and she coaxed him higher up her body, his semi hard penis nestling against her stomach. She looked deeply into his bright eyes, and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips met, and Meg extended her pink tongue, pressing it into his mouth.
Blake lay there and watched, consumed by lust, yet nervous and uncertain about what to do next. This had gone better than his wildest dreams, but what would Meg's reaction be now? At worst, she'd go into a hysterical fit of rage, but that certainly didn't seem to be the case. Mother and son were oblivious to his presence, luxuriating in the glow of their orgasms. They were kissing each other, stroking each other's bodies like young lovers.
He decided to go for it. He scrambled between Meg's still spread legs, and lay between them on the cool sheets, still damp from her urine. It was a sight he would never forget. Meg's legs were splayed, and Justin was partly laying, partly on hands and knees over his mother while they kissed and caressed each other. His semi-erect cock was shiny with his mother's pussy juice, and as he watched, a pearly drop of his sperm oozed out of the tip and dripped into his mother's dark, matted cunt hair. Her smooth tanned thighs bracketed her dark pink, soaking wet pussy. The cunt lips were swollen and gaping open, and a thick streamer of Justin's cum was oozing out, slowly dripping into her puckered asshole.
It was irresistible to Blake. He eased forward, extended his tongue, and lapped at her delicious cunt-hole, scooping up a glob of Justin's musky sperm. Meg jerked at the touch, then opened her legs farther, inviting Blake to continue. He licked and sucked at her pussy hole, coaxing out as much of the boy's sperm as he could. Gradually Meg responded to the sensation, and Blake could hear soft moans as her lust gradually built again.
Justin clambered off of his mother and collapsed next to her on the bed, a satisfied smile playing over his boyish face. Blake continued servicing Meg's pussy with his mouth, and she began to gently thrust against him. He probed at her cunt opening, then worked lower, gently laving her sensitive asshole, licking up the sperm that had seeped there.
"Mmm," Meg groaned at this exploration of her most private part. This was an entirely new sensation to her. Encouraged, Blake cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and lifted her to him, insistently poking his tongue against her anal opening.
"Ooh yeah..." Meg sighed.
Blake got an idea. "Turn over Meg," he directed.
After a momentary hesitation, Meg complied, and her round ass cheeks were pointing toward the ceiling. Blake licked along the crack of her ass, and she spread her legs wide in invitation to his searching tongue. She felt his thick middle finger probing against her vaginal opening, pushing slowly in. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips in response, as Blake's tongue circled around her puckered asshole. Gradually, the finger worked its way in, and Blake began to finger-fuck her, thrusting slowly in and out of her hot opening. She whimpered with passion, imploring him to continue. "OH YES! Mmm, that feels so good."
Then she felt a new sensation, higher. Blake had wedged another finger against her anus, and was slowly applying pressure. Meg protested weakly. "No Blake...not...not there...Oh God..."
Blake smiled to himself as he pushed his middle finger against her tight asshole. She was going to love this...she just didn't know it yet. He couldn't believe how hot this slut was. His middle finger was jammed up her tight slippery pussy, coated with her hot juice. He interrupted licking her to drizzle some saliva onto her tight asshole and index finger, then began to push it slowly into her hot ass, until it was buried to the second knuckle.
"Uhhh...yess," Meg hissed.
He began to rapidly finger fuck her, one finger up her clinging pussy, the other buried in her tight asshole. Meg began to buck her pussy and ass savagely.
"OH GOD! Yesss," she groaned.
But Blake could take it no longer. He had to fuck her! Meg protested as he extracted his wet fingers from her holes, but he climbed on top of her and directed his throbbing cock against her pussy. He pushed against her, as inch by inch his prick disappeared into her.
"OH YES! GOD!" Meg moaned. "DO ME BLAKE!"
But he had other plans. He pulled his cock, now covered with her pussy juice and Justin's cum, back out of her warm pussy and wedged the cockhead against her asshole. Meg jerked her hips away when she realized what he was doing.
"Don't Blake...don't...it's too big."
But he was insistent. "I'll go slow Meg. Relax." He pushed forward gently, and the first inch of his cock was buried in Meg's vice-like rectum. Meg gasped sharply and tried to pull away, but she was pinned to the bed beneath her. It hurt, but it was a delicious, erotic pain. The thought of what he was doing to her made her pussy tingle. "Please be gentle Blake," she whispered hoarsely.
"I will." Meg felt him reach underneath her, and he began to fondle her pussy, stimulating her, as he ever so carefully pushed his penis into her ass, slowly, almost imperceptibly. His fingers frigged her, working their magic on her clitoris, exciting her, until she was aching with desire. She pushed her ass against him, encouraging him to continue his anal probing. She could feel his penis push deeper, painfully, but the pain was lessening.
She buried her face in the sheet and moaned with passion, lusting over the feel of Blake taking her like this, and through it all, she knew her son was watching them, watching as Blake prepared to fuck her just as he had done.
The gloriously hard and throbbing penis burrowed deeper, impaling her, and Blake rubbed her erect clitoris beneath her. "Oh God...Oh Blake...yes," she hissed. She clutched at the sheets and arched her back, pushing back against him. "Fuck my ass..." she groaned.
Suddenly, the final inches of his manhood thrust into her rectum in one smooth motion. "OH GOD!" she cried through clenched teeth. "YES! YES! Fuck me!" And his penis was thrusting in and out, the pain subsiding, as Blake worked her clitoris and asshole to a fever pitch. She pushed back against him, wanting him...NEEDING him to fuck her ass.
There was no way Blake could hold off on his orgasm, his first of this remarkably erotic night. Meg's asshole was like a vice around his throbbing cock, and she pushed against him like a wanton slut. But he wanted Meg to come one more time. He grit his teeth, trying to delay his climax, and focused his efforts on Meg's soaking-wet clit. He rubbed it furiously, stimulating her, willing her to come with him. All the while, he was dimly aware of Justin lying on the bed next to them, watching them intently, and once again sporting an erection as Blake's cock stretched his Mother's asshole.
Meg cried out with pleasure. Blake's expert fingers were bringing her to another orgasm. She felt her clit tingling with pleasure, the sensation spreading to her pussy, her asshole. She bucked her hips feverishly, matching Blake's strokes. Her orgasm was approaching...he was hitting just the right spot. "YES! YES! YES! Right there Blake...YES! OH GOD! FUCK ME BLAKE! OHHHH!" A powerful orgasm washed over Meg as Blake slammed his cock deeply into her, and they were coming together, writhing against one another, as they cried out in ecstasy.
Meg screamed with pleasure, her orgasm coursing through her entire body. Blake was pistoning rapidly in and out of her ass, shooting his warm sperm deep into her rectum. "GODDDD! FUCK ME!!!" she cried. She buried her face in the sheets, groaning loudly as her body pulsated and trembled.
Finally, Blake collapsed on top of her sweaty body, gasping for air. He lay there for a moment, then rolled to her side, gently taking her with him, his cock still hard and twitching inside her warm asshole. They lay glued together on their sides, luxuriating in the warmth of their climax.
Meg sighed contentedly as she slowly came back to earth. Blake had his arm around her, idly caressing her breasts, nuzzling her earlobe. She could feel his penis inside of her rectum, beginning to soften, and his sperm was leaking out of her asshole, tickling her as it ran down her thigh. She felt so slutty, yet so alive!
She opened her eyes, and was greeted with the view of her hot and horny young son, lying next to her, his eyes glazed with erotic passion, watching her and Blake in the aftermath of their orgasms. Meg smiled at him lovingly, and he shyly smiled back.
She reached out her arms, beckoning him, and he came to her. Mother and son hugged - she pulled him to her in a tight embrace, her hands wandering over his back, caressing his buttocks. He snuggled against her, and she felt his erection poking against her stomach.
And as Meg lay between her two lovers, she knew that she would never need to read her romance novels again.

ou come here, if you can--so we can talk. because i need to---before tomorrow. please?"

"K but u gotz ta b gone by lik 10. . . Kk" he replied

My lips spread into a smile thinking about him. "uhmm okay--ill probably leave before then cause i don't want it to be extremely late walking back.
its already gonna be dark by the time i get there. Ugh i hate the dark...i hate walking alone...
your lucky i have the need to see you---well maybe your lucky. uhmm yeah i have to wait for my parents to leave. which will be around 6. then ill leave so ill get there around uhmm 7:30? Ill have to leave by like 8:30. so its only an hour..but...i need to see you."

"call me so i can tell you what trailer is mine" He sent back

I emailed him back saying I would and looked up a map to his house. Pretty simple, basically a straight line. Soon my parents were gone, I hooked my laptop up to the printer and grabbed the phone to call Tyler. "hello" his voice rang into the phone
"hey" I beamed. My heart pounded inside my chest.
"hey, alright well my house is behind two white houses-you cant see it from the street." He explained
"okay-" I grabbed the directions and carried my laptop back to my room. "well ill be there in about an hour and a half. If I get lost and come back I'll call you. If im not there in two hours and I haven't called. Call the Cops." I said only half joking.
"oh god" he replied laughing lightly
"okay see you soon-love you" I said
"alright-love you too" he said and hung up.
My heart stopped as I pulled the white hoody that used to belong to him over my head, grabbing a notebook and the directions. My plan was falling perfectly into place. I couldn't get ancy yet though, one little thing could completely destroy my delicate little plan.

I grabbed a flashlight and headed out into the street pulling the hood over my head trying to hide my identity as best as possible. I walked swiftly down the highway checking my map every so often.

Soon I was on his road, I saw the two white houses and my heart pounded heavily in my chest. He was standing on the porch, I couldn't believe it. I was here-I made it. Tyler stared at me, he was beautiful. Wearing only a blue and gray letterman jacket showing off his perfectly muscled torso and basketball shorts. I slowly walked up his steps to his porch. "hey" I smiled.
He smiled back "hey" he said wrapping his arms around me
"I probably smell" I said, He laughed at me
"like my jacket?" he asked
I nodded "I had to disguise myself the best I could" I laughed
We walked inside, and he led me to his room.
"oh I brought this for you--but I don't know if I want to give it to you" I said looking at the notebook I had brought.
He smiled "what if I just steal it?" He said taking it from me.
I shrugged and walked inside his small room. Sitting on the edge of the bed. He sat next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder pulling me towards him.

"Now what was so important you had to walk two hours to tell me?" He asked pressing his forehead against my temple
I panicked as my heart frantically pounded in my chest; almost forgetting my whole reason for coming here. "hmm?" he asked awaiting my answer.
I threw my hands over my face "No- I feel stupid" I said
He pulled back lightly and my head jolted up to look at him, seeing his lips curl up into a crooked smile. A weak smiled appeared on my face "don't feel stupid" He said leaning towards me again.
I quickly looked back towards my knees as he nuzzled my cheek softly. I sighed thinking about how dumb I was. I was finally with him-finally alone, and I wasn't taking advantage of it. I looked back up at him and he raised his eyebrows curiously. "come on-tell me" he said.
I laughed lightly looking back down at my knees "I'm going to be so mad if I walked all this way and can't tell you."
"so tell me" he said in almost a whisper biting the top of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine making me flinch away from him.

I closed my eyes and sighed "What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked him.
"Amber" he replied simply taking his arm from around my shoulder.
Her name echoed in my ears; sending a shooting pain through my heart. The kind of pain that would normally make me keel over gripping my chest in agony. I took a deep breath ignoring the throbbing of the holes raw edges. "I know--" I said softly and looked up at him.

Tyler stared at me "You came all this way to tell me not to go see Amber?" He asked confused.
I nodded barely "I just---dont want you to fuck her" I said looking away from him. I heard him laugh lightly. ' great; now I feel even stupider. ' I thought
"Well-I wasn't planning on it. Not yet at least. I'm going over there to meet her parents." He explained. 'oh God, I am an idiot' I thought as I looked up at him in disbelief.
"and even if I wanted to. We wouldn't have time." He said as he grabbed the notebook from beside him and started to open it. I threw myself over him trying to close it "no no no please don't read it in front of me" I begged. Tyler laughed and nodded "okay okay" he said tossing it over to the side.
I looked up at him "do you see how much I love you?" I asked him. He nodded smiling crookedly "Obviously to walk all the way here just to tell me not to see someone-when It would have been much easier if you talked to me at school."
I shrugged lightly and looked at him.
"so is that the ONLY reason you came here?" He asked eyeing me curiously as if I had another reason behind coming. I nodded "well. I wanted to see you too-but- that was my main reason" paused "its because i love you"
He smiled "I don't know if its more love or more stupidity" he wrapped his arm back around my shoulder. I smiled weakly. The truth was I didn't know which one it was more of either. Did I love him so much I was willing to be completely stupid? Or was I just so stupid to think that maybe I could make him love me? All I knew was that I love him, and the only thing that mattered right now was him. This moment with him.

Tyler pulled me towards him again, I turned slightly letting our cheeks brush, ending up nuzzling his neck. I closed my eyes breathing in the sweet scent from his skin, from his hair. My eyes slowly opened as I felt his cheek sliding back against mine. His lips were now only inches from mine as he turned them towards me. I couldn't move. I stayed completely still watching him close the small gap. My eyes closed instantly as his soft lips touched mine. My heart almost exploded out of my chest. My hand ended up clasping the side of his face. Blood boiled underneath my skin, burned in my lips as i kissed him back hard. Those lips. His lips. The ones I had been longing for. The ones I missed so much. They were mine again. He pulled back and smiled at me. I stared at him; and smiled weakly back.

Then I felt the urge to cry; all of this happiness. It was only temporary- the truth was he was still hers. He still wasn't in love with me. Did this mean anything to him? Anything at all? He looked at me, pushing me into his lips again. I struggled to keep breathing as he layed me back onto the mattress. Our kiss was getting deep every moment. My body went stiff as he ran his hands up my leg and over my stomach. I continued to kiss him, not wanting to miss a moment. He pulled back looking down at me "Whatchya thinking about?" He smiled.
"nothing" I replied
He laughed "your such a liar-and a bad one at that"
It was true, I was a horrible liar when it came to him. Truth was, I was thinking about how happy he made me. I leaned up and kissed him again as he tugged on my leg; ignoring him for a moment only to cherish his lips. His taste. Who knew when I would be able to do this again? I lifted myself lightly as Tyler pushed me the rest of the way on top of him. I pulled away unwillingly from him as he looked up at me. "why do we always end up like this?"He asked
I smiled and tilted my head lightly "I don't know but you like it" I teased
He wrinkled his nose "shh" he smiled
I laughed and kissed him. My hands traveled across his perfect body running them over his shoulders, chest and barely touching his perfectly chizzled abs. My fingertips tingled. I was so afraid to touch him, to contaminate his perfection. I leaned up and looked down at the beautiful boy beneath me, he smiled "so uh-baby" my heart stopped when he called me baby "-do you still wanna blow me?" He asked
I just smiled and kissed him again as his hands traveled the back of my shirt; reaching around and feeling my chest. I leaned back up running a hand through my messy bangs.
"I hate you" I laughed, He tilted his head smiling up at me "why, whatchya thinking about?" I rolled my eyes "you"
His smile began to grow "wanna be more specific?" I shook my head "nope" Tyler began playing with the waist of my jeans, pushing me and pulling me on him. I smiled down at him "well I'm wearing basketball shorts so im sure you can feel" He laughed
I nodded, I could feel his extremely hard cock rubbing my inner thigh.

to be continued.....

him in the mood in a heart beat. Anyway, I did my hair in a pony tail with some ribbon tied in a bow at the top. Sam loves when my hair is in a pony tail and with some seductive behaviour that alone can get him going but sometimes it can take a bit more. I wore a very seductive dress with a bow on the front right below my cleavage. Right, thats two turn ons down. There are a number of other turn ons I could choose from but I decided to go with glasses. I have glasses as a backup in case I lose my contact lenses so I never wear them but I know Sam loves it when I wear them so on they go. Now that I am pretty much ready for him I just put on some make up and waited for him.

When he arrived I was my usual giddy self and jumped on him hugging him tightly around his neck. "Sammy! I missed you!" (I had just been away for a month). "I missed you too, how was your trip" he said as he hugged me tighter than he ever had. "It was ok, my mum made it boring though" He put me down and kissed me. I just melted into his arms as we shared the most wonderful kiss ever! Lol, anyway once I had managed to come back to reality I stepped back and did a twirl for him, his face instantly lit up. "Wow, you look amazing! You did this for me?" I stepped forward and put my hands on his chest. Looking straight into his eyes I whispered "Of course I did, Don't you like it?" All of a sudden he picked me up and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I threw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carried me up the stairs into my room. Once there I pushed myself away from him and got down on my knees. Instantly Sam unzipped his trousers and pulled out his by now big, throbbing dick which I lovingly licked all the way around before taking him in my mouth all the way into my throat.

"Oh my god... you are so good at this" Sam said almost breathless as I sucked and sucked on his member. I took it out of my mouth for a second to lick underneath before I felt Sam's hand on the back of my head willing me to resume sucking. I got wetter just knowing Sam wanted me to continue and continue I did. Sam began pumping his meat in and out of my mouth in a steady rhythm. I licked all around his cock as he did this for about 5 more minutes until he pulled his cock out of mouth and told me to get on the bed. I did as I was told and he lifted up my dress and just thrust straight into me. I wasn't used to him being so forceful with me and I clung on to him as he began pumping in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

I began moaning loudly as he thrusted a finger in and out of my ass. "Sam! I love you so much..." I panted as he kept up his ferocious pace for another 10 minutes, apparently a month without me was enough to turn him into a wild animal! He grunted as he sped up going deeper and harder than he ever had before. "You want to be a mum my little slut don't you!? You want me to fill you with my cum!?" He yelled as he fucked me harder and harder! "Yes, oh god make me a cum slut Sam! Please cum inside your Aerith!" This pushed him over the edge. I orgasmed hard as his cock pumped his cum into my womb. Sam slowed right down and thrusted gently until he was done.

I put my hands on the sides of his head and pressed my lips to his. He then rolled off me onto his side and just looked at me looking very satisfied. I looked back at him and giggled "What?" "Nothing...I just can't believe how lucky I am...I owe you so much" He said looking directly at me. "You owe me? For what?" I asked him rather confused, what could he owe me? He is the one that just gave me the best welcoming back present a girl could ever have. I turned over and we spooned as we went to sleep. I woke up about 20 minutes later and could feel Sam's breath on the back of my neck and his arms around my waist. I very gently slipped out of his grip and tip toed over to my dressing table.

The bottom draw is my draw and no one is allowed in there...not even Sam. Inside this draw I keep a 10 inch strap on dildo! It used to be my sisters but since she has moved out I have kept it. Sam would never let me use this on him normally but he said something earlier that gave me an idea. The words "...I owe you so much" kept on echoing in my head. I had always wanted to try 'role reversal sex' but Sam had always told me no because I already had enough control over him as it was.

I decided to go for it. I strapped it on and attached this special clamp which went on my clit so I got pleasure too and tip toed back over to my bed where Sam was still fast asleep. He looked so peaceful lying there that under normal circumstances I wouldn't have woken him up but I wasn't going to miss this opportunity. "Sam?...Sam, baby wake up" I shook him gently and he woke up very slowly. He had his eyes half open and looked so cute until he saw the dildo protruding from when he had just been penetrating me. "You know how you said you owed me" I giggled as I spoke. He just stared at my crotch wide eyed as he realised what I wanted to do to him. "It won't hurt, I promise" I said looking deep into his now very scared looking eyes.

"Are you serious?" he said looking up at me. "Yes...please Sam, for me?" I stroked the side of his face as I said this, I knew he wouldn't say no, he never could when I asked him to do something so softly and lovingly. I pulled the bed covers off him and got over him on the bed. Sam pulled back and propped himself up on his elbows, "Sam, I'm not going to hurt you, trust me." I said this as reassuringly as I could. As if he remembered who I was he laid down on his back and let me get to work.

I pushed his legs up onto my shoulders and positioned my rubber cock at his rear entrance. I used some of my spit and 'lubed' the dildo and his ass. Just as the tip of my cock touched his opening he grabbed my hand "Go slowly..." My heart melted, he was so scared, I had never seen him like that before and I felt sorry for him but I also felt the power I had over him. I was surprised at how much I liked it. I gently pushed forward, desperate not to hurt Sam too much, "Oh...God this hurts" Sam winced as I pushed my way 10 inches in to his anal cavity all at once.

I stopped for a minute or two to try and let Sam get used to the foreign object now lodged inside him. After a couple of minutes I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, a little more violently than I had intended. "Shit! I thought you were going to be gentle..." Sam said now looking down at the purple member buried deep inside him. "Sorry" I half heartedly said smirking slightly as I pulled out again. I began to thrust in a steady rhythm as I watched to see Sam's reactions. I picked up the pace slightly, thrusting in and out of Sam's now not so tight ass.

Then he did something I never expected, he slowly laid his head back and moaned! I was so stunned I stopped moving! He just looked at me as if to say "What?" So I continued working my new appendage in and out of my man. Sam started moaning more and more so I started going faster and faster until I was furiously fucking his virgin ass. "Oh Sam your ass is so tight!...I love it" I grabbed hold of his rock hard man hood and began jacking him off as I thrust into him. "Rachel...I'm...I'm going to cum...Go faster! Please!!" I gladly obliged and ploughed Sam's rear with all I had.

I was hitting his prostate plenty when all of a sudden he yelled out "F-U-C-K!!!" He orgasmed very hard and bucked as he came. The clamp I had securely fastened to my cliterous had done its work and I too orgasmed for the second time in 2 hours. I collapsed on top of him trying to catch my breath as I rested my head on his chest. My rubber penis slipped out of Sam with a 'pop' and Sam gasped as he was now very sensitive. "Sam..." I panted "I love you" He stroked my hair and looked down at me as I gently undid the straps and threw the dildo off the bed "I love you more than ever" he whispered and kissed the top of my head.

We fell asleep in each others arms as I wondered how many more times I would do this to him...and if I could get anyone else to join in...

 

 

of college, I came home and was playing with the dog, and Sharna climbed over the fence, and sat on the bench of the picnic table.  

 

“Guess what?” she said.

 

“What?”  I replied distractedly, scratching the puppy on his ears.

 

“I just got my driver’s license!  Yeah, I’m a year late, but I have it now!   Want to go for a ride?”

 

“Well, sure,” I said.  Where are we going?

 

“I’m going shopping!”  I’d never seen Sharna so excited…it was so cute!

 

She took my hand, and it was so soft, I realized this sandbox pal had grown up!  We got in her parents Toyota, but I could already tell she had territorial rights on it.  It had a baby bracelet that said ‘Sharna’ on it hanging from the mirror, and also a necklace with a locket that she had showed me with a picture of her mother.  More than anything, it smelled like her.  I’m not sure if it was perfume, or shampoo, or what, but it was obvious that Sharna was in possession of this car.

 

She drove us to the mall, and we walked around.  I’m not real good at malls, but it was fun, with her holding my arm.  She embarrassed my by making me go with her while she bought all this makeup, but then we went shopping for books too.

 

Finally, we sat on a bench in the mall, and rested.  She took the bag of the makeup she’d bought, and was looking at it.  “Do you have anything sharp, Dave?”

 

“Well, yeah, have this dorky lil pocket knife on my keychain,” I said

 

“Gimme!” Sharna said, and I did.   She used it to open a li’l package.  It turned out it was a lipgloss she had bought.  I saw it on TV, it’s Mabelline ‘Wet Shine’, and it’s so sexy.  I kinda ignored her, I was embarrassed.  She took my hand and said, “Look!”

 

I did, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life!   It was so incredibly sexy looking!

 

Sharna said, “You at least have to give me a gentle kiss, Dave.  This is the mall!  No one will notice!”

I couldn’t turn that down, so I gave Sharna a soft kiss, blushing furiously the whole time.  No one seemed to notice (well, except for she and I)

 

She took my hand, and said, “I have one other place to go!”

 

She took me to a place called ‘Glamour Shots’….

 

“What do they sell here?” I asked.

 

Sharna said, “Nothing, silly, they do makeovers, and then take awesome pictures!” 

 

“Cool,” I said, I’ll be here in the waiting room.  I picked up an issue of ‘Sports Illustrated’ out of boredom

 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Sharna said, “you won’t be bored for long!

 

About five minutes later, the receptionist (I think her name was Dana) came over to me and said, “Sharna is ready for you, sir.”

 

I replied, “What do you mean ready?”

 

“Ready for her photos with you,”  she said as she smiled.

 

Dana showed me the way, and I saw Sharna.  My breath caught in my throat….she was so incredibly sexy!  I’d never seen her wear makeup, and now she looked like a supermodel!  She took my hand, and led me to this chair….looked like a barber chair, and sat me down.  Then she sat in my lap, and the girl with the camera posed us various way, and took tons of pictures.  She even made us kiss for a picture….

 

The camera girl (I found out later her name was Laura) said, “I’ll have the pictures in about 15 minutes….see you then.  Sharna said, “keep your camera ready,  I may want one more picture.”

 

I had no idea what she was talking about, but she took me by the hand, and I remember thinking again how soft and sexy her hands were.  She said, “I have to pee, but I don’t want to be away from you.”

 

She led me into the ‘ladies room’….and took a pee.  Then she opened the door to the booth, and, I thought she was coming out.  Nope.  She pulled me into it, and closed the door.  Then she gave me the hottest kiss I’ve ever had!

 

“I saw this on TV and thought about you,” she said as she took out this Maybelline wet shine, “and I thought pink would look so sexy on your dick!”  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but she put it on, and she was so right…I’d never seen sexier lips.

 

Sharna knelt down, and damn near TORE my pants open, and giving me one last slow kiss, she began to suck my dick.  I’d always thought that girls only did that to make a guy happy, and didn’t enjoy it at all, but she was clearly loving it.

 

I was just about incoherent, then she stopped and put on more lipstick.  “I want u to cum on my face Dave.  I want to look pretty for you!  (But u will have to kiss it off of me and then kiss me).”

 

“Oh my god, Sharna!”  I couldn’t help myself, she was jerking my dick, and her lips looked so incredibly sexy! And she was sucking me!  I started to cum on her face….then in her hair!

 

When I calmed down, I said, “Oh, Sharna, I’m so sorry, that was so bad!  Forgive me?”

 

She replied, “Don’t be sorry, baby.  Guess What?”

 

I replied, “What?”

 

You need to lick it off of my face and drool it in my mouth….so I can properly make out with you….I love cum.  I love yours most.

 

“I loved it so much!  And I had Laura sneak in and take pictures!  She got some great ones!  Next time, I’m going to dribble it all over ur face, and lick it off and make out with you!”

 

It made me so horny!  Then sweet Sharna whispered to me again…”and Laura asked me for a taste too…but I made her lick it off of your face”  and guess what?  She can’t wait for us to visit her again…she gave me her home phone. J